Postscript
a new poem
Postscript
1
Ice-capped
mud-veined
snowpack
quilted over
an old battlefield
struck by
sun.
2
The long thaw begins
with a nonsense syllable
echoing in dark
woods. An animal shrieking
as if shot up from the ground.
I loved that last line.
I like the darker energy of this one, the black tones. Nature’s first green is the color of earth and night.